Maybe I could climb up,
disappear into the stars,
the pin pricks of light would
slowly become gaping holes in the giant
Black of perpetual Night.
and the sun would seem small in comparison.
And I could just be a part of the stardust,
the particles in the air,
the moonlight bouncing off cold finger tips
and glancing off smooth hair.
I could become the tears that fall
from vacant eyes,
evaporating away,
lifted off into the deep dead of night.
